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Updated: May 2, 2025
I don't want to justify myself... I appeal to your own conscience, to your memory. 'Yes; I remember you were continually whispering with Marya Sergievna. Besides that, let me ask you another question: Weren't you at the Perekatovs' after a certain conversation with me, after that evening when I like a fool chattered to you, thinking you my greatest friend, of the meeting she'd arranged?
'No, do tell me, do tell me! 'Really, I don't know. 'Nonsense, come now! 'That... what's her name... Mashenka's all right; not bad-looking. 'There, you see... said Kister and he said no more. Five days later Lutchkov of his own accord suggested that they should call on the Perekatovs.
No, no! from the bottom of my soul I wish them happiness.... Happiness! but he is laughing at her!... And why does he dye his moustaches? I do, really, believe he does.... Ah, how ridiculous I am! he repeated, as he fell asleep. The next morning Kister went to call on the Perekatovs.
You will grow happier, blossom out... yes, blossom out. How I shall rejoice then! Only you must let me dispose of you now and then, of your time. To-day it's what? Monday... to-morrow's Tuesday... on Wednesday, yes, on Wednesday we'll go together to the Perekatovs'. They will be so glad to see you... and we shall have such a jolly time there... and now let me have a pipe.
Next day he went round to Lutchkov early in the morning. Avdey Ivanovitch was, as usual, lying on the sofa, smoking a pipe. Kister greeted him. 'I was at the Perekatovs yesterday, he said with some solemnity. 'Ah! Lutchkov responded indifferently, and he yawned. 'Yes. They are splendid people. 'Really? 'We talked about you. 'Much obliged; with which of them was that?
Masha heaved a sigh from the bottom of her heart, and then felt panic-stricken at his departure. What was it fretting her? Love or curiosity? God knows; but, we repeat, curiosity alone was enough to ruin Eve. Long Meadow was the name of a wide, level stretch of ground on the right of the little stream Sniezhinka, nearly a mile from the Perekatovs' property.
Avdey Ivanovitch noticed the glance, shrugged his shoulders imperceptibly, and walked away into the other room. Several months had passed since that evening. Lutchkov had not once been at the Perekatovs'. But Kister visited them pretty often. Nenila Makarievna had taken a fancy to him, but it was not she that attracted Fyodor Fedoritch. He liked Masha.
But when he had driven half a mile from the Perekatovs' house, he stood up in the carriage, and with vague uneasiness began looking for the lighted windows.... All in the house was dark as in the tomb. Next day at eleven o'clock in the morning Kister's second, an old major of tried merit, came for him.
One morning at twelve o'clock the whole family of the Perekatovs were in the drawing-room. The husband in a round green coat, a high check cravat, and pea-green trousers with straps, was standing at the window, very busily engaged in catching flies. The daughter was sitting at her embroidery frame; her small dimpled little hand rose and fell slowly and gracefully over the canvas.
He calmly thought over all the possible results of the duel, mentally placed Masha and himself in all the agonies of misery and parting, and looked forward to the future with hope. He swore to himself not to kill Lutchkov... He felt irresistibly drawn to Masha. He paused a second, hurriedly arranged things, and directly after dinner set off to the Perekatovs.
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